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This is it

The last test,

The final pushup,

Another challenge to best

You buckle from the force,

To shapes and forms,

To rifts and tears

A naked man before the storm

You stand there mute,

Transfixed by all the rivers,

That flow down the mountain,

All these men and women,

Whom once faced the final test,

Now edging around the curves,

Bending and rushing,

Lively streams or still puddles,

But they all travel down the mountain slope,

Through forests and streams planted by other rivers

This is it

The final test,

To conquer the mountain,

To curve a lane

And after it?

Why, weary traveler

Eternal rest